DAEMON
Control.
Daemon thrived on it. It was what brought order to his world. It was what made his world take on a semblance of superiority.
By controlling every bit of his life, power and influence, Daemon had managed to be unreachable, unavailable, and singleminded. His achievements didn't come easy… it was years and years of training and adeptness that helped him.
But that night, before his very eyes, he watched the decade long control that he had single handedly build shatter like a wall of card around him.
And it wasn't getting any better with the passage of time. If anything, the more seconds ticked by announcing his current reality, the more he lost more and more of it.
"To discussss the Luna Queenssssss looming death of course."
